No, said Aziraphale, it's ineffable.

jeza-red

This is a painting of Jacek Malczewski called simply ‘Death’ and it’s my favourite personification of death in any medium.

She’s not creepy or scary, or sexy, or abstract. She is this thick woman with worn hands, dressed as normal, with a non-stylised scythe and pins in her hair: like a farmer’s wife that just came form the field and rests against the wall, catching some sun. She is not creeping about the dying one holding her scythe over their head, she is just there, calmly waiting her turn.

This painting always fills me with peace and optimism when I think about death. She is just there, outside the window, in no hurry at all, sensible and down to earth. I can live with that.

nehirose

please, please.

clevermanka

I ship her with Truth Coming Out of Her Well.

necrofuturism

Here’s an earlier painting of his with the same title and subject matter

This one is from 1902 instead of 1917 and you can see from the man’s facial structure, bald head, and clasped hands that he is the same man. (Malczewski often incorporated himself into his work.)

Death is tired of this man coming to her farm and begging for her to take him. All she wants is to be happy with Truth as they sow the fields with water from the well and reap their harvest.

(Death did eventually stop wearing full battle armor during farm work though - she realized that was a bit impractical. she also got a nice tan.)

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.